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Mark Lee holds open the door for him. Dressed head to toe in business casual that probably adds up to Donghyuck's half of rent. Surpasses it, even, if Donghyuck had to guess. All with a smile that reminds him of those prince charming, storybook, love interests that he'd assumed only existed in fiction. But here Donghyuck is. At the entryway of a Michelin star restaurant in Seoul with a man he'd met online just a week ago. It feels improbable even to himself, and he's living it.
"Thank you," Donghyuck mumbles, walking ahead through the door. He feels completely out of place as soon as he enters. He knows his presence is conspicuous, especially amongst this crowd. Whenever he feels this way; his immediate reaction is to find a way to make himself comfortable. But he feels severely ill-equipped this time around, and he momentarily regrets letting Mark convince him to come with his pleads. The hostess looks at Donghyuck with an expectant look, perplexed by his lack of action. Amongst other things.
"Reservation for Mark Lee," Mark interjects smoothly. She scans the list, and once she finds his name she smiles pleasantly. "Right this way," she chirps, leading them towards their table. Mark's hand rests upon his back as they walk; a light touch that speaks of his uncertainty of whether or not it's okay to touch. And it's funny, really, because just a few days ago Donghyuck had seen him naked and vice versa.
They're seated at a couple table in a section far from prying eyes, along with other couples who'd intended for the same purpose. Discretion. He can hear the music clearer here; old, romantic classics that remind him of the music his parents would play. Mark pulls his chair out for him, waiting until he actually sits before he sits in his own. Like the gentleman he is. If the hostess has any questions she doesn't ask, quietly handing them their respective menus.
"Your server will be with you shortly," she says, handing them their respective menus before walking away. Donghyuck scans the table; taking in everything around him and committing it to memory. There's a menu adorned with fancy flourishes, a candle with a real fire. Everything about this screams expensive.
"So, what do you think?" Mark asks, his voice entirely too eager, but Donghyuck knows he's way past caring about hiding his zeal. Donghyuck lets out a small laugh of disbelief at the blatant validation-seeking. He doesn't know much about Mark, not yet, but if there's one thing he's sure of is that he loves approval. Maybe even craves it. "It's nice," he settles on. It is his style. Dark, minimalistic, accompanied by feel good music that does an excellent job at setting the tone. If he had the funds he imagines his place would look a little something like this.
"I didn't think you'd say yes," Mark says, doing an insufficient once over of his menu before his eyes ultimately end up on Donghyuck again. Like a moth to a flame.
"You begged me to come," Donghyuck mentions instead of disclosing his real reason behind his attendance. Sure, he would feel bad leaving Mark hanging after the night they had. But he was curious too. Curious about where Mark would bring him, and what they would do. Especially afterwards.
"That doesn't mean you had to say yes. I would've been okay with you saying no even after that, you know."
Donghyuck hums instead of responding, looking at his menu but not actually taking in any information. He can still feel Mark's eyes on him, and it's making it increasingly difficult to focus. He looks up at the older and meets eyes with him, and to Donghyuck's surprise, Mark doesn't look away. He holds the eye contact, and it makes Donghyuck feel uncharacteristically shy.
"What?" Donghyuck asks, having the overwhelming urge to use his menu to cover his face from Mark's analytic eyes.
"Nothing, I just want to look at you."
"Jesus Christ, Mark," Donghyuck breathes. "Am I the only guy to fuck you, ever?"
Mark looks slightly scandalized at the vulgarity, eyes scanning the room for witnesses, but he quickly recovers. "Like that, yes," he responds, matching his energy. He doesn't know how many men Mark's been with, but if out of all of the previous experiences he's had, Donghyuck was the the only one to fuck him like that? That's high praise good for Donghyuck's ego. Either everyone else he's been with performance was subpar, or Donghyuck's just that good. He hopes it's the latter. "But that's not why I was looking at you," Mark clarifies.
"I wanted to say that I'm glad you said yes. Regardless of what your reasoning is," he says, and the admission feels deeper than it should. Donghyuck nods, looking back down at the menu. Avoiding giving a verbal response once again. He doesn't really know what to say to that, anyway.
They sit in silence together for a bit until their waitress arrives. She greets the both of them with a gentle bow, telling them her name, and how she'll be assisting them today. Mark's attentiveness catches Donghyuck's attention. He hangs onto every single of her words, repeating her name, testing the feeling of it in his mouth. She's obviously pleased to be regarded in such a polite manner, and the sight makes Donghyuck smile before he can help it. From what he's seen so far, Mark treats everyone this way, and that just might be the sexiest thing about him.
"Can I get you both something to drink?" She asks, POS device in hand; ready to take their orders.
"Yes," Mark looks at the menu then back up at her. "I'll take a bottle of Pinot Noir, please."
"Alright," she enters the order into the device, angling her body towards Donghyuck and looking at him with inquisitive eyes. "And for you?"
Donghyuck had actually looked at the menu unlike Mark, but anything he'd thought he wanted before has completely disappeared from his mind. He mentally curses Mark for it. "Uh, the same for me, please," he manages, leaving a predicament that could've been terrible for him with just minor embarrassment.
"I'll be back with your wine," she says after logging Donghyuck's order, regarding the both of them and then excusing herself.
Donghyuck scans the menu for the wine he'd just spontaneously agreed to drink, and when he finds the price attached to it his eyes widen in shock. "Mark, all of this is crazy expensive," Donghyuck says. Every single one of these numbers are unprecedented to him. These are numbers his bank account can only dream of affording.
"Don't worry about it," Mark replies, folding his menu closed and sliding it towards the middle of the table. "I said I had everything covered, didn't I?"
"Yeah, but that much? I think fermenting the grapes myself would've cost less." Donghyuck mumbles that last part, shaking his head at the mere thought of spending that much of his own money on something like this.
"It's okay. I got it," Mark says simply, and Donghyuck drops the topic. It's hard for him to completely ignore the prices and let himself indulge so freely. But he can tell Mark really, really wants to do this for him, and that's enough to make him be quiet about it. He'll enjoy every bit of this meal if that's what he has to do to repay Mark for his generosity.
A new face approaches their table, a sommelier, accompanied by a tray of two sleek wine glasses. She places said glasses in front of them, leaving again to fetch the wine itself, and soon returning with a hefty bottle of their Pinot Noir in hand. She turns the bottle towards them label first, presenting it for confirmation. Once she receives it from Mark, she places the bottle on the table to open it. She opens the bottle with the corkscrew in a way that speaks of her practice. Donghyuck watches, mouth slightly agape at the display.
Afterwards, she pours a light amount into Mark's glass to sample. Mark swirls the wine in the glass and takes a sip and Donghyuck follows the gesture with his eyes. He looks extremely classy, in a way that makes him feel untouchable. But Donghyuck knows for sure that he's very much touchable. And he kinda wants to touch him right now.
As soon as Mark says that the taste is to his liking, she's filling their glasses. She holds a napkin underneath the neck of the bottle as she tips the bottle to pour, other hand supporting her elbow. She fills both of their glasses halfway, wiping the bottle with the napkin after every pour. Once she finishes, she places the bottle on a coaster near Mark.
When she's gone, Mark asks him; "is this your first time receiving wine service?" Taking another sip of wine and pursing his lips afterwards at the taste of it. Donghyuck's not surprised that his astonishment was obvious. He wasn't doing the greatest job at hiding it, anyway.
"Yeah. I'm more of a beer guy," he says. He also just never had enough money to order wine that expensive. And this is his first time being out on a date like this. With someone like this.
"You should've gotten that then," Mark says, running his fingers down the stem of the glass in a way that makes Donghyuck think things. "You didn't have to get wine just because I did."
"No, this is fine. I like wine too." He takes a sip then, and wine feels like its price—the flavor clean and aromatic on his tongue. It's a fine wine. Nothing like the bottles Renjun and him share on the nights they spend talking about life. More so complaining, as of late. God, he can't wait to tell Renjun about this night.
Their waitress eventually returns to their table, greeting them with that same receptive smile from before. "Are you gentlemen ready to order?"
Mark ends up ordering a Wagyu ribeye, while Donghyuck chooses the premium cod, sticking to something that's familiar to him. Everything else on the menu was either entirely too expensive, or had names that he couldn't even begin to pronounce. They hand in their menus afterward, both giving their thanks before she leaves again.
"Cod, is that your favorite?" Mark asks him, obviously prodding for information now. Donghyuck suspected that this part of the night would come eventually. That moment during dates where they admit things about themselves, and ultimately decide their compatibility.
"Not my favorite, but I like seafood," Donghyuck admits. Mark's evidently pleased at the reveal, and Donghyuck can't really blame him. Every interaction prior to this Donghyuck was adamant on keeping his life mostly private. But here he is, revealing things about himself, actually responding to Mark's question and not redirecting it into something sexual.
"I prefer Korean food, most of all," he continues, earning a small smile from Mark.
"Of course. You can't go wrong with that. What's your favorite?"
"Kimchi Jjigae."
Mark looks like he's stocking the information in mind away for later. No doubt considering future dates for them. And Donghyuck just might let him follow through with it depending on how this night goes.
"Why the purple?" He asks another question, eyes darting to Donghyuck's hair before dropping back to his eyes.
"My roommate's a hairstylist." If only Mark could see the state of their bathroom at the moment. The sheer amount of dye stains on their sink would probably send a man like Mark into a spiral. The red from the color he'd had last summer is especially stubborn.
"So... what, you were their test dummy?"
"Pretty much. Except I'm actually smart." It's a cheap witty joke, but Mark laughs at it anyway. He doesn't think he'll ever get used to that. When he met Mark in person he'd been surprised at how unlike any other rich guy he'd met before. He expected a prim, stuck-up guy that treated his laughter like a privilege he would have to earn. But Mark laughed easily, got along with him easily tout court.
"I like it. Makes you look sweet." Following Donghyuck's joke with an obvious pun of his own. Donghyuck recognizes it because he's received several comments about how his hair resembles cotton candy. Usually it'd bother him, but it doesn't feel that irritating coming from Mark's mouth. He lets out a small laugh despite himself. "Really? Does it make you wanna eat me?"
Mark's eyes are shameless in their pursuit, dropping from his eyes, to his lips, to his neck. Donghyuck's hand comes up to cover his exposed collarbones before Mark's eyes can reach them. "Am I allowed to?" He asks, looking into Donghyuck's eyes again, tilting his head with faux innocence. Donghyuck needs to be confined to this seat before he does something that would get him removed for debauchery.
"If you ask nicely," Donghyuck teases. Donghyuck half expects him to actually ask for it, but Mark just looks at him with barely concealed amusement.
"I'm starting to think you like it when I beg, Donghyuck-ah," Mark says, lifting the wine glass up to his lips, taking a small sip. The liquid dribbles down his bottom lip when he finishes and he picks it up with this tongue. The liquid's stained his lips with a faint red. Pretty. Kissable. "Am I right? Do you like guys that ask for it?"
Donghyuck shifts in his seat, suddenly uncomfortable at the accuracy of Mark's assumption. "What is this? An interrogation?"
Mark shakes his head and shrugs, "I'm just getting to know you while we wait for our order." It's his turn to tease, and Donghyuck likes the way it sounds on him. He wants to hear more of it.
"How about you tell me something about yourself," Donghyuck redirects, effectively moving the attention away from himself. "It's not fair for it to just be about me."
"Okay," Mark agrees. "I work in the film industry. I've written some pretty big scripts, co-directed a few things as well. I'm working on publishing a novel, eventually." Stating the source of his income as something about him. Typical. He will admit that it is a surprising bit of information. He would've thought Mark worked at some office job at some firm in Gangnam. Donghyuck might've seen his name credited somewhere now that he thinks about it.
"Business talk? Really?" Donghyuck asks, even though he's curious to know whether his suspicion is true. That's not what he wants to hear about Mark. He doesn't care about his finances despite Mark's insistence to include it in their budding relationship. "Tell me about your personal life."
Mark sighs, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms. "I've been surrounded by music all my life. I play the guitar and the piano. Mostly the guitar." He holds up his slightly calloused hands as proof of his hobby. Now this is what Donghyuck actually wants to hear. Things that he can actually relate to him on. Mark's musically inclined just like he is.
"I sing," Donghyuck tells him, finding it fitting to mention as the topic has changed its course towards music now. "And no, I won't do it for you now."
"But you'd do it for me in the future?" Mark asks. Donghyuck thinks about it. The only people he's sung in front of are his family and Renjun back at home. He's confident in his abilities, but the thought of doing so in front of Mark seems entirely too daunting at the moment. Yeah, maybe that's something he'll save for the future, he thinks. And he can't believe he's really considering that right now. A future that includes this Canadian-wannabe-sugar-daddy of his.
"Maybe," Donghyuck responds. It's vague, but Mark accepts it as a win regardless.
Donghyuck wracks his mind for something else to say about himself. Something that's integral to his being but not too personal. He may be growing comfortable with Mark, but he's going to need more than just one date before he starts to get personal. "I'm the oldest of four kids," he settles for.
"Wow, out of four? That's lovely." The usual reaction when he tells people that he's the oldest sibling. It sounds nice in retrospect; having three cute little siblings of your own. But taking care of a new, feisty, clingy baby every few years quickly grew tiring for teenage Donghyuck. He thought they would never stop until they did. "I'm the youngest son of two," Mark says, and Donghyuck isn't shocked about that at all.
"I can tell." He couldn't tell the specifics of Mark's familial dynamics, but if he really had to guess he would have said Mark was the youngest. He still has that sort of naïveté that comes with it, even with the five years he has on Donghyuck. Perhaps Donghyuck just has an innate ability to sense younger siblings from his own experiences.
"Really? Everyone always says I'm a natural leader."
"Maybe you are," Donghyuck shrugs. Mark has taken a significant amount of control today compared to the first night they'd had, Donghyuck will give him that much. But still. "I haven't seen it yet."
"We should change that, then," Mark says, and Donghyuck doesn't know what that means exactly, but he's willing to find out.
Their food finally arrives, and when it does Donghyuck finds that he's relaxed a significant amount since his arrival. His reluctance from before having settled into acceptance.
Time passes as they talk about everything and nothing at all once. Mark tells Donghyuck more about himself, what he actually does in his spare time, some of his favorite things, if he's changed his hair color before, if he ever will again. He does it all without expecting or pressuring Donghyuck to reciprocate. Underneath the table, the tip of his shoe caresses Donghyuck's ankle, and Donghyuck lets him.
The inside of Mark's car is spacious and compact all at once. The interior is sleek and luxurious; completely unlike anything Donghyuck's ever been in before, and he doesn't know how to keep still in a space like this. His leg jumps in a consistent rhythm, fingers tapping his thigh in tune. He doesn't even know why he's this jumpy. He checks his phone and finds nothing. The last thing he'd gotten was a text from Renjun saying that he wouldn't be home tonight. God knows where he is.
"You want to change the radio? You can connect your phone," Mark says, gesturing to the console before them that's currently displaying the route to Donghyuck's place. "No, I'm fine. Thank you." He scrolls through his apps to make himself seem busy, pointedly avoiding conversation in a terribly obvious way. If Mark hadn't caught on in the beginning, he definitely has caught on by now.
When Mark stops at a red light, he looks over at Donghyuck. "Are we okay?"
"Yeah," Donghyuck responds too quickly for it to sound genuine. He turns off his phone and diverts his attention to Mark. "I had a nice time." Mark's hand taps against the wheel, red light shining onto the sharp features of his face.
"Just nice?" Mark asks, prodding for more again. Needy. That's the word. That's what Mark is. Donghyuck sighs, resting his head back on the seat, staring at the light—willing it to turn green. "What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know," Mark shrugs. "Maybe 'I had a great time.' Maybe 'I don't want this to be a one time thing.'"
"I had a great time. And I don't want this to be a one time thing," Donghyuck repeats word for word. Mark doesn't seem to find it all that entertaining at the moment.
"And you mean that?" He asks, and Donghyuck knows he won't be able to get out of this with jokes.
He considers the question before he answers it. He was being comical when he'd repeated Mark's words, but he wasn't being disingenuous. He had a great time with Mark tonight. He'd gone into it still unsure about him, but came out wanting more of him because of how much enjoyed himself tonight.
Donghyuck looks at him again, searching his face and finding a serious expression he's never seen Mark sport before. There's some eagerness there too; anticipation for Donghyuck's response.
"I mean it."
The light finally turns green at that, and Donghyuck expects Mark to fall back into silence in his focus. But he proceeds, asking him; "does that mean you'll be okay with the whole, buying you stuff thing?"
"Mark..."
"I'm not trying to force you into anything. I know you were apprehensive about receiving this treatment when I told you about it the day we met. But I want to spoil you, Donghyuck." Donghyuck takes in the car around him, memories of their night pouring in before he can stop them. Mark handled everything for him, and for once, Donghyuck didn't have to worry about his funds. With Mark he was able to prioritize his wants, and he can understand how certain people get addicted to chasing that. But he doesn't want to become dependent on Mark's wealth. If he's managed this long without himself, surely that means he can continue to do so.
"If you let me," Mark adds, and the words act like a buffer. His gentle plea is almost enough to make Donghyuck sway, and he wonders why Mark has this effect on him.
Donghyuck knows how easy it is to just say yes. In fact, the day he met Mark he'd almost immediately agreed to the offer as soon as Mark said it. He had thought about all the benefits he'd get from it, about asking Mark to pay his half of the rent, about the gifts he could give to the ones he loves. But he also thought about the guilt that would follow with every purchase, how Mark paying his rent portion would undoubtedly strip him of his autonomy, and he questioned if his gifts could be considered genuine if it was bought with someone else's money.
But after tonight, he's thinking about Mark and the way he treats him—the way he has made Donghyuck feel valued with every interaction thus far. He's thinking about what their relationship could develop into, and how much he wants it to become more. And maybe that's what matters most.
"Okay," Donghyuck agrees, surprising Mark and himself. He doesn't need Mark's money. But he can sense that Mark doesn't think that he does. He can sense that Mark's want to take care of him lies within something else. Something that he might not figure out tonight, but if he sticks around long enough Mark might tell him eventually.
Mark glances over at him briefly. "Okay?"
"Okay," Donghyuck repeats, confirming his answer. "Spoil me. I'll let you."
"Thank you," Mark says. He reaches out and places his hand on Donghyuck's thigh as an act of comfort. Donghyuck lets him do this too—lets Mark's hand envelop the span of his thigh and rest there. Eventually, Donghyuck's restless leg begins to settle.
They reach Donghyuck's place after a peaceful ten minutes of mutual silence. Mark retracts his hand when Donghyuck moves to remove his seatbelt, and Donghyuck misses the touch as soon as it's gone. When he gets his hand on the door handle, he looks back at Mark. Looking disappointed at the fact that Donghyuck has to go. And Donghyuck remembers that Renjun won't be home until the next morning, and he really doesn't want to be alone tonight.
"You coming?"
The elevator ride up to Donghyuck's floor is filled with an undercurrent of an undeniable tension. Both knowing what's coming but neither knowing when to make the first move. Mark looks thoroughly out of place being here, but Donghyuck can tell he's making an active effort to not look so sumptuous and uptight. The expensive suit isn't helping his case in the slightest. They stand side by side in the elevator, neither of them making a move but Donghyuck can tell Mark is itching to.
The elevator doors to Donghyuck's floor open before he can get the chance. Donghyuck walks out first, briefly looking behind him and at Mark, who's eyes are currently taking in every single detail of the hall. "It's not like your complex, I know," Donghyuck says, walking ahead and pulling out his keys in preparation.
"What? No. I mean, it's not like mine but it's not a problem. It's comfortable." Donghyuck finds his state of fluster entertaining. Watching guys scramble to earn his approval always seems to hit the spot. Mark was right about him.
"It's okay, Mark." He says, putting the key in the knob and twisting it. "I admire honesty." He opens the door and lets Mark walk in before him. "I'll still let you fuck me even if you don't like the place I reside in." Mark crosses the threshold into Donghyuck's place for the first time, he takes it in. Scanning the area, committing every detail to memory. Donghyuck has never been more grateful for Renjun cleaning up this morning.
"But, what if I do like the place you reside in?" Mark says after his scan, turning around to face Donghyuck. Donghyuck closes the door behind them, locking the both of them in here together. There's a shift in the atmosphere as soon as the door closes. Both of them know where and how this night will go.
"Then I'll let you fuck me even harder." Mark's lips are on him as soon as the words leave his mouth. He presses Donghyuck against the door, holding him in place with a strong but not overbearing grip on his waist. Mark kisses greedily, coercing these small, unmistakeable noises out of Donghyuck's mouth. He can only hope no one's out at this hour.
They kiss like they have all the time in the world even though they don't, neither of them willing to depart. Mark's lips are soft against his, and he's unbelievably skilled in the way he kisses. Donghyuck could get addicted to it if he isn't careful.
Donghyuck pushes against his sternum, breaking the kiss to both of their dismay. "Mark," Donghyuck pants against his lips, "Not here."
"Yeah, sorry," he mumbles, taking a step back. "Where's your..." Donghyuck grabs his wrist and leads him to his room, shutting the door behind them with a little more force than intended, and interlocking their lips once more. Mark melts into it this time, letting Donghyuck kiss him and walk him back all at once. When the back of Mark's legs collide with the side of the bed, they depart to undress.
Donghyuck starts first, ridding himself of his clothes with a speed that speaks of his impatience. Mark follows, hurriedly undressing alongside Donghyuck. When both of their clothes are off, Donghyuck shamelessly scans Mark’s body. Mark’s big—he noticed it the first time he’d seen him like this, and now all he can think about is how much he wants it in his mouth, in him, anyway he could get it. So he pushes Mark down by his shoulders, forcing Mark to sit on the edge of the bed. He sinks down onto his knees between Mark's legs.
"Can I?" Donghyuck asks, intentional with the way he looks up at him. It works in his favor, of course, Mark looking both surprised and aroused by the new position. "Yeah. Yeah, of course you can."
He wraps his hand around the base of Mark's cock, guiding it to his lips. Pressing the tip against his tongue and flattening it against it; savoring the taste of him on his tongue. Then he's taking it into his mouth, wrapping his lips around Mark’s cock. Tears well up in his eyes before he can help it but he blinks through them; powering through the urge to gag.
"You're so pretty like this," Mark mumbles at the sight of him, leant back on his hands as he watches him. Donghyuck relishes in the praise.
He takes breaths through his nose, mouth preoccupied with taking Mark as deep as he can. When he reaches his limit he returns to the tip, trailing his hand up the length of it. He repeats this motion, taking Mark's cock into his mouth and stroking it together.
He looks up through his lashes to find Mark looking down at him already, eyes zeroed in on the way Donghyuck's lips stretch around his size. Mark runs a hand through Donghyuck's hair, fingers interlacing the purple locks on the back of his neck and squeezing. Donghyuck doesn't complain about the pull on his scalp, focusing on sucking Mark off with an increased intensity.
Mark's the mouthiest out of anyone he's ever had like this; unadulterated noises of pleasure falling from his lips without inhibition. His fingers loosen and tighten their grip on Donghyuck's hair every time he takes him deep.
"Wait, fuck, Donghyuck," Mark blurts, gently tugging at his hair to grab his attention. Donghyuck takes Mark's cock out his mouth with a soft, wet pop. "Don't want to come yet." Donghyuck could've kept going until his throat was sore and his voice hoarse. But he stops, wiping the remaining saliva from his lips with his thumb.
"Lay back. I want to ride you,” Donghyuck demands, standing up again.
"Fuck, okay." Mark obeys, getting onto the bed and laying down, head on the pillows. Donghyuck climbs on top of him and straddles him, Mark's cock pressing against his perineum in this position. Donghyuck leans over and grabs the lube and a condom from the drawer, and he hands the condom over to Mark.
"You want me to?" Mark says, gesturing towards the lube. Donghyuck shakes his head, popping the cap and squeezing a good amount onto his hand. "No, I got it."
Mark recedes, relaxing into the bed and eyes running down and up Donghyuck's body. Being regarded so intensely makes Donghyuck nervous all over again. That initial wave of confidence he'd had pouring out of him as quickly as it came.
"Stop staring so hard," he mumbles, trying to focus less on the discomfort and more on calming his breathing. The angle's a little awkward, and he's lacking finesse because of it, but Mark's looking at him like he can't believe he's real anyway. He doesn't even try to ease up on his staring.
Donghyuck's eyes slip shut as he slips in another, his prior discomfort beginning to ease into something akin to pleasure. Mark's growing restless underneath him, desperate to get his hands on Donghyuck but unsure if he's able to touch. Donghyuck gives him a non-verbal cue of approval, taking one of his hands and placing it on his thigh. Mark runs both his hands up Donghyuck's thighs after, fingers digging softly into his skin.
"You have moles everywhere," he says reverentially underneath his breath, thumb tracing a mark on his inner thigh. He does; a few scattered across his face, his neck, his chest, his thighs. He'd never thought much about them until now. Donghyuck laughs breathily, "you like them?"
"Yeah. They're pretty on you." Predictable, but Donghyuck's pleased with the praise anyway. He increases his pace, gearing himself up for a third. He's going to need it if he wants to be even slightly prepared for Mark's size. Mark wraps his hand around his cock, gently stroking it in rhythm with Donghyuck's thrusts. Donghyuck doesn't stop him; watches him pleasure himself at the sight of Donghyuck opening himself up above him.
Eventually Donghyuck is ready for a third, this one entering pushing past his walls with slight resistance. Mark's growing impatient underneath him, evidently wanting to pick up the pace on his own cock but not wanting to rile himself up too soon. After a few more thrusts he feels he's adequately stretched, slipping his fingers out of his hole.
Mark rips the condom open and slides it onto his cock. "You ready?" Mark asks him, and Donghyuck nods. Once he gets the sign of approval he lines his cock up with Donghyuck's entrance, and Donghyuck slowly sinks down onto it.
Mark feels even bigger inside him, every inch of him stretching him beyond what he'd prepped for. A sharp sting rings up Donghyuck's spine that progressively settles into a subtle, pulsating pain. "Fuck, you're big," Donghyuck sighs when Mark bottoms out. He breathes through his nose, trying to focus less on the pain of it and more on the headiness from being filled to the brim.
"Does it hurt?" Mark asks, voice slightly strained from the sensation of Donghyuck clenching around him. Donghyuck nods, trapping his bottom lip with his teeth. He's deep too, touching places inside him that no one has ever been before. He wants more of it despite the pain.
Donghyuck slowly lifts himself off Mark's cock, easing back down with a shaky moan. Mark's just as affected as he is, if not more, fingers digging into his skin like a lifeline. Donghyuck can tell he's itching to take control; grab Donghyuck's hips and guide him in the pace he wants. But he doesn't, he lets Donghyuck continue at his own leisure pace.
"Still hurt?" Donghyuck shakes his head. "Better now."
It is better now—the pain having alleviated into a pleasant buzz every time Donghyuck sinks down onto his cock. He sets a slow rhythm, still trying to adjust to the size but chases his pleasure all at once. Mark's cock catches against the ridges on his walls, pushing against parts that make Donghyuck feel lightheaded.
He hasn't touched his cock once but it's dripping—his tip red and leaking with every bounce. Mark is a picture beneath him, abdomen covered with Donghyuck's pre-come, hair tousled with the movement, brows pulled together as he watches Donghyuck move above him.
Donghyuck rests his hands on Mark's chest, leaning over him as he slightly increases his pace. Mark's hands move to grip his waist, gently tugging him closer with his hold. Donghyuck's pace slows slightly, the initial adrenaline settling and his thighs suffering the consequence. "Tired?" Mark asks him, bending his legs and planting his feet into the sheets like he's preparing to take control.
"Mm-mm," Donghyuck hums and shakes his head even though he feels a subtle burn in his thighs from the exertion. He doesn't want Mark to take control. Not yet. He slows his bounces into a grind, rolling his hips into small circles. "Fuck, that's—" Mark's words break on a moan, eyes squeezing shut and words escaping him. Donghyuck marvels at how sensitive Mark is even when he's not being fucked. It makes Donghyuck want to make him beg for more. He slows his grinds into small, barely there ones that make it feel almost as if he's cockwarming him instead.
"Donghyuck," Mark pleads, eyes fluttering open to meet Donghyuck's. "Baby, ride me. Please. You feel so good." The name falls from Mark's mouth like nothing; like it's the most natural thing in the world. Donghyuck wants to hear it again.
He continues, riding Mark's cock with the same rhythm as before. "Thank you, baby. So, so good," he mumbles mindlessly, thoughts muddled from pleasure. Mark's hands have returned to his hips once more, but this time he takes slight initiative. Pulling Donghyuck down onto his cock, but still maintaining the pace Donghyuck set.
Mark's grip is strong as he holds him, thumbs pressing into his skin like he's trying to leave a physical reminder behind. Donghyuck control eventually starts to ease away and into Mark's hands, his pace gradually slowing and his legs shaking with every drop. He keeps going until the burn in his thighs becomes too strong to ignore.
"Mark," Donghyuck pants, his voice a little broken from the lack of proper words. Mark understands without Donghyuck having to say anything, holding Donghyuck close and flipping them around so he's on his back. He grabs a pillow from beside Donghyuck's head, tucking it underneath his hips before sliding back in with ease.
Donghyuck's body readily accepts him, squeezing around his cock with every thrust. His pace is slightly rushed but not unpleasant, trying to bring both of them over but not roughly. "Mark," Donghyuck pants again, not knowing what to say other than his name. It feels even better like this, the added elevation still allowing Mark to reach deep despite their position. Donghyuck wonders if sex always felt like this, like this overwhelming bout of pleasure that makes it impossible to think, or if it's just Mark. If he'll even be able to go back to sex with other people after this. If that's what he even wants.
Mark leans over and into him, caging Donghyuck's head between his hands. In their new proximity Donghyuck feels the strong urge to touch, so he does. His hands move from Mark's neck, to his shoulders, then eventually down to his waist. Their noses press against each other's but neither move to kiss; choosing to breathe in one another instead. It feels more intimate than kissing. Mark whispers praises against his lips that Donghyuck can't reply to, the only sounds pushed out of him being moans.
Mark fucks him like he can't get enough of him; barely pulling out before he's pushing back in. Donghyuck never knew what it felt like to be so thoroughly claimed from the inside like this. His untouched cock is begging for his attention now, but he can only hold Mark close, gripping his waist like a lifeline as the waves of pleasure wrack through him.
"You close?" Mark asks him, earning a vehement nod as a response. It had been building since he'd been on top, and it's only increased since Mark started fucking into him.
"Me too," he says. Donghyuck wraps his arms around Mark's shoulders, holding him close as his climax builds. Mark plants gentle kisses down the length of his neck, the soft kisses contrasting with the power in his thrusts. Donghyuck's cock rubs against Mark's abdomen with every movement; and he knows his orgasm is imminent.
"Mark, please," Donghyuck whimpers, "so close."
"I got you." Mark has reiterated that statement multiple times now, each time in a different way, and in this moment, Donghyuck really believes that he does have him. He brings him closer, hands splaying over his back muscles. Mark's thrusts have begun to get a little messy, a little rushed, and Donghyuck can sense that he's just moments away now too. He cards a hand through Mark's hair, tilting his head upwards and bringing Mark's attention back to his face. Donghyuck brings him in for a kiss, and as soon as their lips meet; the floodgates open.
Mark's orgasm comes first, hips stuttering then stilling to a halt as he fills the condom. He trembles above Donghyuck, curses falling out of his mouth against Donghyuck's lips, in a manner Donghyuck hasn't heard from him yet. The sight of his orgasm is enough to bring Donghyuck over too. He comes with a soft moan of Mark's name, vision temporarily blanking out with the force of it. His come splatters across his abdomen and chest, back arching into a gentle bow, thighs squeezing around Mark's hips.
They both relax into each other when the aftershocks subside; Mark's body completely toppling over his. Neither of them move for several seconds, taking up each other's space. Donghyuck runs his hand through Mark's hair in gentle strokes, and Mark's breaths against his neck begin to slow in his relaxation. He could probably sleep here if Donghyuck continued, but they both know that they should get up and clean themselves off.
Mark is the one to depart first, pulling out and ungracefully lifting himself up from Donghyuck, plopping onto his back beside him. Donghyuck misses his warmth immediately. Mark looks a mess, hair unkempt and sticking to his forehead from the thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. Donghyuck's the same, skin flushed and sweaty, his abdomen coated in his own drying come.
"I guess I should... if you want me to..." Mark trails off, suddenly uncharacteristically awkward.
"Mark, what are you trying to say?" Mark takes a breath, recollecting himself.
"That I should go," he says. "It'll be awkward when your roommate gets back, right? So..." Donghyuck gets what he's trying to say, really, but he can't help but find it humorous. Renjun and him have lived together so long there's nothing they haven't seen or heard about each other's sex lives at this point. And Mark doesn't even look like he wants to go.
"Just stay," Donghyuck says before he can think about the implications of it. "It's late. You can shower and sleep here. I'll give you some of my clothes." Donghyuck sits up, ready to get himself cleaned up now that his post-orgasmic haze has cleared.
"Are you sure?" Mark asks, watching Donghyuck as he stands from the bed and walks over to his closet. He's probably thinking about their first night together, when Donghyuck had been so quick to leave afterwards. It's undoubtedly jarring for him to see that Donghyuck doesn't mind spending the night together now. "I wouldn't have said it if I wasn't. I want you to stay, Mark."
It's Donghyuck giving his total acceptance. Acknowledging the fact that he wants Mark to stick around, and that there really might be something more to this than just fucking. They still have to discuss the details of their arrangement, what Mark can and absolutely cannot do for him. Donghyuck will have to tell Renjun about it eventually—maybe even more people depending on how this goes. But he doesn't want to think about the logistics of everything right now. He just wants Mark to stay.
"Okay," Mark yields. "I'll stay."